The House Of Love

Fisherman's Tale

The House Of Love


Deep blue eyes, take me through my sleep 
I believe in Jesus, I just don't have belief 

Take me to the sea, petrol on my rose 
Wash and sail away 
I feel so lost alive, I swim just to survive 
I've learnt my lesson well 
So bitter and unique, on low ground 

Slide me through the sand, grit is just a phase 
Shells and rocks are fine 
It's only little things, that slip into your shoes 
And work their way around 
And hey, worry turns to murder 
Give me deep blue eyes to take me through my sleep
I believe in Jesus, I just don't have belief

Maybe when we drown 
The fish will be our friends 
We could use some secrets 
I never go that deep 
The coral cuts my feet 
The currents and the whales 
I'm happy just to paddle 

Give me deep blue eyes to take me through my sleep 
I believe in Jesus, I just don't have belief 

Deep blue eyes 
I believe in Jesus, I just don't have belief